New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-01-26

and wear the laurel il she never for
sock him..
How quickly the hours had flown
and she was ready to 90. He went
with her to the train and pressed her
hand in a little half Enlightened manner
at parting; and she had colored slight
~. but she was not offended.
The cars had gone now, and he stood,
looking the way she went. She waved
a goodbye to him with her handker-
Chief from the open window and her
kindly face had beamed on him from
beneath its crown of dainty rings of
curling hair, clustering on the full
white forehead.
All, mel the "den'' was lonesome
now, and SO silent, since it's brief sea.
son OF sunshine, coming like the smile
o. an angel, and going as goes a beau
tltul dream, leaving tender regret.
There were the flowers she, had given
him; there was the manuscript shehad
praised, and her words seemed linger-
ing yet in the room. He pressed the
flowers to his heart to fill the vacuum
which never had been filled as her love
could fill it, and murmured: II will
help YOU"
She had said this and more as she
stood lingering by his desk, and she
had looked at him over her fan with
an expression he could scarcely inter
pref. 1t seemed to him that she would
have been contented to have stayed
with him, and his heart gave a great
throb OF happiness at the thought.
But he was only guessing, and he
might be far from the truth.
Autumn had come again, flashing
banners over field and wood. He had
not heard from her lately, but she was
still in the east. Had she become dis
enchanted by his PLAIN, everyday APP
pearance, and was she forge tting him
now after-Well, she never said that
she loved him, but she had come nigh
unto that happy confession more than
once; at least he so interpreted it.
But if she did not care for him, God
help him!
That word "Failure'' would be his
destiny after all, and the sunshine
would 60 out suddenly from his life.
Was he weak and unmanly to depend
on another so? No; he thought not.
Why had this one bright star risen on
his night? Why had this fair helper
crosses his lonely way just in time to
save him? Why did this great effec-
ton for her become his very existence
if they were all doomed to 60 down in
to the cherries grave of Richard
Realf together?
He had seen beautiful blossoms open
in dewy mornings, with a promise of "a
bright happy day, only to be crushed
and withered ere the noontide. Were
they a type of his poor hungry soul
and it's love OF the good, the true and
the elevating? Would it ever be said
OF him, 'here lies great soul killed by
cruel wrongs" Would "bleak, DESC
late noon'' be all left to him of this
beautiful dream of his clouded life, and
would the words that crushed up hot
ly from his heart" come to naught at
last.
Sorrow had always kept his soul
heretofore, but lately he had dreamed
of brighter, better things.
The gates Of a fair, sweet Edenland
had been held ajar for him by her
hand, and the past few months had
been like beautiful sunset showing
against his dark day.
They had revealed to him what his
life might have been-had she come to
him in years gone by; but, perhaps,
they, too, were more like beautiful
sunset than he cared to have them;
perhaps they would 90 out into cheer
less night, as the gold and purple
bands, trembling away out there in
the gray cleaning OF the November
twilight, would fade into the comfort
less West.
He would sit down in this lonely
hour, and write to her all that was in
his heart. It seemed a desperate re-
solve for one OF his timid, supersensi-
tive nature, but he had come to where
he could not keep silent longer. He
would risk it; this confession would
have to be made some time, and why
not tonight? He never could say it
to her, he thought; but lie could write
it, for the warm, passionate, poet
soul was beating against these bar
riers of silence, impatient to be heard.
And when the gray twilight had
ueepened into night the letter was Inn
ished-the letter with the oldest re-
quest in it that he had ever penned.
He had said: "If you can only be a
friend-and God bless you! you have
been a good oneanswer this letter
by saying so; if you can return my
love and will keep the heart have
long since given you, please call on me
on your return, and I will know when
| set my eyes on you that the sum
shine has come to my soul to stay
and forever to bless; but, if you are
offended by this earnest appeal OF an
honest heart, pass me by and write
me from your own home"
By and by there came a letter, and
his brain whirled as the familiar SUI
prescription met his gaze. All! what
had she written? His heart stood
ctill IN itc oonrr, of c,,c,onpoo 90 I;,